Traditions Before Freedom

Every inch of my body hurt. I did as I was told before being given new instructions. I did those as best as I could but the participating Death Eaters kept hindering me so I was punished. Bloody and broken, the Dark Lord had given me my last task to perform. It had been exactly as I feared but I did what I was ordered and took three Death Eaters at once. Afterwards, I was Crucio'd and thrown back into my room unhealed.

"Clean yourself up and rest. A house elf will bring you food. Do not do anything else," my father commanded. "The Dark Lord wants to see you in a few hours."

I eased myself into the sunken tub to soothe the muscles before washing off the blood and semen. While it had been a tough lesson, it did not compare to the first lesson of its kind. Since I had no godfather to step in, a business associate of my fathers was given the opportunity. He was too enthusiastic and did not prepare me before thrusting in. I heard my scream echo off the walls before passing out. I was revived and punished.

The same house elf appeared with some glorious smelling food. I climbed out of the tub and put on the negligee. I could not eat a lot since my stomach decided to revolt after a few bites. I left it on a table and headed to the bed to rest. If beatings and sex were to become my life, I would need all the sleep possible.

My meeting with the Dark Lord was eerily alone. No Death Eater stayed with us in the throne room. I bowed and waited for my orders. He circled me and told me to kneel.

"I have had a special request from one of my followers. He has taken quite a liking to you and I have told him that if his next mission goes well then you are to be his slave for a short time. If and when you become his, he is not to do irreversible harm. A slave cannot obey if it is dead."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

"Luckily for you, this mission will take a better part of a month. Until that time, you will be my personal slave. You will do as I say day or night. You will sleep in my chambers. If you misbehave or I believe you need to be punished, each of my Inner Circle will have the chance to punish you as they see fit."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Bella will take you to my chambers and give you a new robe to wear. Once changed you will kneel at the foot of the bed with your back to the door. Stay there until I come to you."

"Yes, my Lord."

I followed the insane woman and did as the Dark Lord instructed. The robe was deep gray silk and felt wonderful compared to the negligee that Dolohov had given me. I knelt and waited. I did not move an inch. I could feel eyes on me so I knew this was a test. If I did do anything but kneel and wait, I would be punished.

Light feathery touches caressed my back and shoulders. I wanted to shudder at the touch but my body kept itself in check. The hand wrapped in my hair and pulled my head back so I was staring up at him. Except it did not look like the Dark Lord. He was young and handsome.

"Your Lord has been called away. He has given you to me for tonight. I am your Lord and you will obey."

"Yes, sir, my Lord."

He pulled me up and turned me to face him. He was a few inches taller and while it looked as if his hair had been styled, it had come undone and looked shaggy. His brown eyes pierced my own and he grinned.

"Lie on the bed, pet."

I crawled onto the bed and laid in the middle. He came around the side of the bed and flicked his wand at me. The robes split right down the middle and bared my body to the man.

"Perfect," he sighed as his fingers ran over several parts of my body.

I did as he told and did it to the best of my ability. I knew he was pleased with how I did because he gave me my first orgasm. At that moment, I could not hold back any longer. Tears began falling and I tried to wipe them away before he saw.

"What is the matter, pet?"

"I am sorry, sir. It is just I have never felt anything like that before. Father always told me to see to the man's pleasure before my own and no one else has thought of it. I'm sorry. I will stop crying, my Lord."

"Go back to your room and rest. I will speak to the Dark Lord about letting you have the rest of the night off," he said.

"Thank you, my Lord."

He repaired my robes and I left the chambers. It did not take a brainy witch to know that had been the Dark Lord. I did not wonder why he came to me in disguise or why he lied but his actions had my brain in overload as to why. The Dark Lord was not one for others' pleasure but their pain.